اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I suggest you take time from your war,
Don't make prisoners, just kill me straight off.
You don't even see i don't want to fight
So don't wait for me to strike back
'cause this wound is too big to cover.
I'm afraid i might drown in the void
Of the days you left behind
Of the games you left without rules
Of all of the nights that now pile up
In the space you left behind.
In your absence
My senses, turn fearful, turn quick,
They see everything, anything, too much, not enough.
I suggest you come back to this cementery,
Pile up all the bones you broke in me,
Bring a flower
And sweep all the ashes,
Take the frames that still hang from the wall.
In your absence
My senses turn fearful,
Turn quick, they see everything, anything,
Too much, not enough
